All whispers, light and evil, Derogatory, slaying the soul. This is daylight - This is night, the stars join in, badgering the shying moon; I wish I was the burning Sun crying my bleach over fields and trees. I can't surrender just yet - But my weakness bleeds through gulping swallows and choked up laughs falling on petals, sliding away with the breeze. I have no light or tunnel to spot it through; And wouldn't know how to anyway.